it's possible, you can go get it if you want. There are only two people suitable for this: you and Jose Luis who is a master of protocol and being completely deaf cannot be interrupted. It would be great to see you and recharge my batteries and write another book in the best possible way for White Tower Inc."
A flock of seagulls screeches past. A white ship with the Lion of San Marco solemnly looking from the smokestack slowly advances into the Basin and suddenly every other boat around it has become very small.
"I tried to work as well for you as I can. For me it's a bit like a ship's captain having to sail for years on a whale hunt. It's not good. At least not for me. But it's your good that I care about..."
But what is my good, Papa? What is my asset? How I wish I knew...
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